~     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