~     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