~    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