~      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