~     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