~     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