~     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