~      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