~     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