~      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