~    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