~    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