~     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