As her smile vanished, the cyclops began to rethink his strategy. True, he was bad with children, but he knew better than to give the poor pups a bad impression. Single eye glancing down at the two again, it became obvious enough that even before he'd muttered darkly, his niece and nephew had already been frightened by him. He knew he was an intimidating figure; the brute had never asked for the gruesome scars that marked his body like war decorations in the same way he'd never asked to be a father. Things just sort of happened to Jefferson and he took them in stride when they happened. Later on, however, he would ruthlessly wreak revenge on everyone around him to satisfy the burning intensity inside. He'd never chosen to be a rapist, a bad father, a pack leader -- but they'd each happened. Jefferson could decide to be a bad brother and uncle, though.
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