~     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