~     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