~     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