~     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