~      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