~      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