~     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