~     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