~     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