~     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