~      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