~     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