~     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