~     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