~     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