~     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