~     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