~     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