~      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