~      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