~      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