~      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