~    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