~     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