~     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