~     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