~      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