~      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