~      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