~     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