~     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