~      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