[mature] what's in your head? {Morty & anyone else who wants to deal with jack}

[Elise]

Laughter is all she hears, and the woman is drawn to it like a moth to flame. Dark hooves barely touch the earth as the phantom glides through the Sylvan timber. To any outsider she was just as beautiful as she had been years ago. That silky pelt was the same gorgeous mix of ambers and off white. Her eyes still shone a malevolent ice blue, but her soul. Or that soul only shone for her children, and for others it was black as night. Colder than arctic ice caps. 

She sees the other rise from the earth as she had (though she had not risen from death) her body cracking into place with sickening crunches and pops. Lillith smiles and licks chapped lips as she makes her presence know to the laughing lady. 

"Who are you?" 

She rumbles, dark tresses curling lazily around a cocked hind leg. It was about time she became acquainted with those whom surrounded her. This woman was interesting, she caught the fleeting attention of Lillith and the painted woman was locked on.

"You seem like a good time." 
and oh how she loved a good time.

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Maybe she can stir up some drama