~    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