~     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