~      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