~     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