~     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