~      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