~      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