~     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