~      Sylveon     ~   
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
          Countersense Fairy   
      Canine?                     
                          Palliative? 
                                 
 Appearance:  Sylveon  Resemble Dogs In  
  Many Ways, With  Similar  Small Bodies 
    And Faces. They Are Small And   
     Nimble,  And With White  Fur.  
                               
                                 
 The  Most  Striking Feature  Is      
 Their "Ribbons",    Long Flat  Feelers 
 That  They    Use  To  Bind    Or   To 
 Interface With   The Minds   Of Others 
                          
   The  Ribbons Play A  Large  Social   
   Role   Among  Sylveons.           
   They Induce A Sense  Of Wellbeing, 
   And  Can Ease Pain If  Applied     
 Close To A Wound.      It Is Thought 
 They  Feed Off The Pain Of  Others     
                  This  Way.   
                              
                              
       Sylveon Are  Great  Partners 
 To Humans,  But Care Should Be  Taken   
 To  Limit  Exposure  To    Ribbons,   
   Since With  Prolonged Contact      
   The Consciousnesses  Start  To Blend, 
 An   Environment  In   Which          
 The  Sylveon  Is Much  More  At  Home,  
     And   It   Will   Take   Advantage. 
                     
   Medicinal                     
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 Its   Sap                        
         Poison        Putting 
 Thoughts    Into             
 Not    Killed.                     
   But  Is    Loyal    (Lie!  Lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 The  Nature Of  The Coma  Depends On The 
 Intensity  Of The  Sylveon'S  Feeding.  
      You Will  Succumb  To  A    
        Fast-Growing  Addiction    
   That Leads To  A Submissive      
     And   Sluggish   State     
                
  Eventually  You Will  Slowly Slip  
   Into    A    Long    Slumber,   
  Becoming      Sap    In The Vines