~    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