~     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