~     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