~      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