~      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