~      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