~     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