~      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