~     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