~      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