~     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