~     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