~    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