~     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