~    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