~     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