A male in the modern world

A dog appears from a nearby alley. It snarls only briefly before lunging at you, closing the distance too fast for you to think.

You reflexively swing the battered staff at it. You miss, but the dog stops short to avoid being hit--and is promptly struck by a large rock.

You feel the rock in a way that you cannot put into words. It is heavy, and it seems to be crushing the dog. There is a tension between the object in your hand and the rock, almost like a fishing line, and when you yank the stick backwards the rock is pulled away through a faint purple slit.

"Wand." Yes, incredibly, this thing is some sort of magic wand.

The dog springs up, confused. Your attention locks on him and the danger he poses, but he is too busy prodding his own body with his nose.

You begin to feel as though you are the dog. You are uninjured but you are confused, you remember pain where now there is only strength. The rock had a strange smell but the smell does not linger on your hide--

Weird. You snap back into your own head. You glance at the wand and feel something. Or two somethings?

Interesting.

You swing the wand and a new dog appears with a faint purple glow. It is an exact copy of the stray dog, but there's a sense of your will in it, a mixture of your thoughts when calling it along with the original feelings of the dog.

Aggression, but also fear. Defense.

The duplicate dog plants it feet and growls, bristling to intimidate it's own original model. The original dog is shocked but not convinced, as it adopts a similar pose.

You summon another dog.

Confronted by two impostors, the original flees. "Your" dogs turn to you happily, awaiting instructions.

You dismiss them to the void with an abrupt arm motion. You still sense the essence, the template of the creature, just waiting for your call.