~     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