~     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