~     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