As people looked at Kal he would look back happily, wanting to show everyone that he was the friendly sort, and was not there to hurt them.  However inside Kal couldn't help but think to himself, "Fucking humans..." in truth the man didn't know if it was the curse that had made the once human hate his old kind, or how they now treated him made him hate them.  But in his own way he couldn't help but think the entire blight of humanity would be better off as cats like him.   After taking his first woman the young man became addicted to changing women.  However Kal didn't want to change any woman, he wanted to grant his gift to the best of the best.  The type of women who would give birth to strong sons and daughters, ones who would be the zenith of the Catfolk race.<br/><br/>With twitching ears the man would un-summon his Phantom steed, following a group with a few girls in it.  Listening to them casually for anything interesting as he made his way across the river, not asking for help; not wanting it from humans.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=962097