~     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