~     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