~    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