~      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