~      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