#••a flower’s gift•• mutant ray verse

[nightlyvisitor]

Reaching over, he can’t help the curious thought that spurs him to move, scratching gently along the waxy surface of a leaf wilting along the large feline’s head. Petals — or what he assumes to be petals, twitch at the contact, seemingly alive all in their own way, softly brushing at the side of his gloved hand. With a snort of laughter, he pokes at the nearest one — Well . . . Okay, more of a playful flick than anything. “ Hiya to you too, Dulce. ”

Touch. Something that used to be so natural and inviting, now has taken a more edged look, serrated by the unkind words and jabs he would get from the people in white coats. Some had a gentle touch, careful to not aggravate his state or send him into panic...while some couldn't wait to tear him apart. Of course some didn't speak to him, but it was clear in their eyes, in the ways they handled and pointed their tools that the mutant should have been dead long ago. Yet due to their "kindness" he was still here, alive and pocked by the many needles, odd colored chemicals and sap green blood, he was a curiosity to the science people...yet it meant that he was treated less than his "fellow" agents.

It's the gentle flick to one of his crimson petals that snaps the former sniper out of his inky consciousness, giving a curious croon at the man who lay comfortably against him. As soon as he hears the familiar nickname the silence is replaced with a deep reverberating noise echoing in the throat of the beast. It's not a dangerous nor an angry sound, but a deep calm one, almost akin to purring. His petals gently creep and tap curiously at the glowed hand in the same manner a octopus would, with cautious but light movements. Despite their fragile appearance, they are very telling of the other's mood wether he is calm or anxious, they were a good indicator. Right now though he felt safe, safe enough to not pin the taller male with his acidic green gaze, enough to be comfortable with light touch.

The petals continue their curious trail until they carefully wrap around the other's wrist, their hold so gentle that Jayce could easily tug away from them. As soon as they have "captured" his hand , the mutant leans forward gently nudging his face against the other's chest in a warm greeting, sending little reverberations from his constant "purring". Most times he associated Jayce to warmth, like the rays of sun that would warm the petals of a flower, Raymon welcomes the closeness, almost afraid to let go. "Sssuuun..ststooone..." An honest try to call the other back. A want to show his appreciation before those broken words are followed yet again by another gentle nudge against Talis. If he had to be honest he disliked his isolation...but if it meant that the people here could cure him, he could endure for a little bit longer, if only for the people he cared deeply. (("How was your day?")) His clawed hand carefully knocks against the metal surface wondering if something had excited Talis in his research or even something small that happened at the base.

[nightlyvisitor]

Thinking about Mutant Ray and I realized that while he still holds some compassion, his anger and rage are accentuating. Of course it depends on the circumstances if he is getting injured by someone and spoken down enough, it tips into a point where the line between man and beast gets blurred…and the result ain’t pretty.

Also the petal collar around his neck act the same way as the frills on reptiles albeit more fluently. If he distressed they will flutter strongly and if he is upset or facing an opponent they will flare up. He has a unique trait that these petals can set themselves on fire as to burn any close up victims or completely deter them. Unfortunately this process does hurt him and the petals will need a few days to grow back.

[nightlyvisitor]

Have some Infected guard dog Ray for all your needs ! I don‘t know why he is angry, but someone will have to thread carefully👀

[nightlyvisitor]

I haven’t shared these here but have some mutant Ray doodles while my brain is working on replies :3🌱

[nightlyvisitor]

Ray could only eye the calm man before him. How could he even find that ? For all he knew the BSAA would probably take him down the moment they see him all mutated…not to mention how frightened his uncle would be. The ex sniper could only imagine with how much disgust and fear the other would gaze at him.

Like a snake coiling around his neck…

“Feels almost impossible to go back.”he sighed defeated , eyes drifting to the sound of typing. Things used to have a natural rhythm..but now it all felt like the moment he left Raccoon…empty. Sure he still had his lil unconventional family, but now he really felt lonely….stripped of all his connections.

“I suppose you don’t usually work with others.”he added amber eyes finally looking at the blonde….emotions so easily hidden.

@ereboros

❛  i don’t know what to believe anymore.  ❜ -with mutated Ray nightlyvisitor

"If no one else, then have faith in yourself."

A solid if difficult truth. One Wesker had embraced a very long time ago, since even before his days in Umbrella. Life was harsh, raw and unrelentless. A forever spiraling self destructive ring of servitude- be it to one's self or society.

To be good or evil. To simply just be was a lie.

Gloved fingers rolled on the desktop, the blonde pondered venturing more on this topic before ultimately deciding to drop it. He needed not waste his breath on a meaningless debate. What Ray chose to do or who to follow was his own decision. And Wesker will simply wait and see where he would land on the wheel.

[nightlyvisitor]

Have a disgruntled plant fella while I am going through asks 🕺💚

[nightlyvisitor]

If Raymon doesn't move, one of her tongues is going down his back.

One full-body wet willy, coming right up.

The mutant snaps his head in her direction before skedaddling on the other side as he lets out a surprised grumble. He could never understand how something bigger than him could be this sneaky and thread so soundless...well maybe he should be more attentive to her code name. An apex predator will find ways to outsmart its prey and competitors. Carefully he taps his sharp claws against the ground in order to better express himself.

(" You are just like a big cat you know that? Very silent and full of gremlin energy") The creature comments as he can't help the inhuman snicker that leaves his throat.

[nightlyvisitor]

Finally, I made a few icons for Ray's infected verse !! I told myself to keep them simple but also wanted to be cool..sooo it took a while lol

[nightlyvisitor]

For a few weeks the villagers have been dealing with an usual threat…an unseen one. Their unvited ���guest” had been stealing their lifestock one by one leaving absolutely no trace behind. Even their dogs were afraid of the perpetrator’s scent…something sweet and yet repulsive.

The town’s people had speculated to be the works of some wild animals or even thieves…but it seemed unlikely, especially after the recent virulent incident and Tricells downfall.

Something unusual was still out there and by the many reports and complaints the poor people have given to the higher organizations…it was only natural for them to help.

Unfortunately those amber optics never left their silhouettes, disguised in the mass of people and clothes…it was a matter of time until someone would eventually find him.