~     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