~    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