~     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