~     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