~     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