~     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