~    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