~      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