~     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