~     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