~    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