~     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