~     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