~     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