~     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