~      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