I jumped up and ran out of the tower, diving off the balcony landing pad, shifting into a bird the next few instances. Without even looking all that hard, a creature shot out of the dense leaves below.

Mouth extended out.

A snake, useless.

I swatted it aside with my paw, as I transitioned into a dragon.

What I wanted was some mammal with four legs, prefer something that could be transformed into something cute and fuckable. At the minimum, it had to look good while working for me.

I transitioned into a feline upon hitting a branch. Effortless jumping from one to the next like I did this all my life. My hunt was not as long as I had hope. I found wolf dens seconds later.

I shifted to my elven form and landed before them. Yanking on their souls to drop their hostile behavior of growling at me.

Some still snarled but I had a thought to utilize a sleep spell. It came to my mind before I thought of it myself. I smirked and waved my hand, a formless energy spreaded out. Rushing into the minds of the wolves, jerking control of their body. They dropped down into an easily slumbered and I began levivating them upwards, towards my balcony.

The little cub was awaiting. I smiled at her while walking by. I still didn’t understand why she stuck around with that scowl on her face. However, tonight if she didn’t wise up. She would be serving my bed. I had none of that fatherly feelings for her.

I walked my pets down to an experimenting room. I had to conjure cages to hold them but it was fine. I added some food so they wouldn’t starve.

Also a bowl of water.

Haha, I’m a good owner.

I went to the library and picked up all the books on soul magic and a few empty books the old Vale kept for research purposes. I marched back down to the room and set it up for prolonged study.

I pulled out a wolf's body and dropped it on an exam table. I tapped my chin as I began casting a transmutation magic similar to shapeshifting that druids do. I wanted to see if it was at all possible first and foremost. To change a wolf into a humanoid species, then I would delve into how to give them the ability to do so on their own.

I concentrated on its paw, thinking of how a humanoid hand would look. Trying to force the change met with resistances.

Like the mind was fighting against change.

I had to change its mind, huh?

Changing approach, I delved into its mind. Casting a dream in which I replayed a scene of it changing from wolf to humanoid figure. Depicting the level of ability it should have at that level. I was hoping it would willingly accept that change. Instead of me having to learn some kind of magic to enforce the change.

Now that I thought of it, there were many rituals that would work. However, some of the side effects weren’t what I wanted. So I would have to make my own version. I wanted to bind these guys to me but at the same time. I needed them to be as powerful as they could be.

“Little friend, we are going to have an interesting session.” I chuckled, reattempting to transform it arm.

It failed but I subjected it to replaying the transformation of humans. Adding more and more abilities as I thought about it. Did I expect any of that to happen? Of course not, but it would be cool either way.

“Subjecting subject to brainwashing has failed. Next phase, blank slate.” I wrote down my failed attempts in the notebook.

Proceeding right after, to wipe its memories of what it used to be.

Haha, this time it was easier to control its body without its consent. It didn’t have an established image of itself since it was still asleep and being subjected to my brainwashing.

I stared at the dark brown elf in the size of a linebacker from a pro football team. Interesting specimen. I tried a new dream to see what its fighting ability was like.

Sadly, right away as I pit it against a nondescript enemy, it showed low quality ability. Taking what could be considered an aggressive style of paw swiping. It was killed off by my barely trained non-descript clone in seconds.

Tsk, it would take hours, maybe years to correct the bad behavior. All well, I had time.

I moved onto the next wolf, dropping this finished product into a cage. I started with wiping its mind then changing its form, after that. I slipped some memories I created of it fighting and doing urban battle in more medieval time.

“At first, it was a success. Almost perfectly able to utilize the abilities I grafted into its memory. Sadly, when doing specific missions, it became dumber than donkey. Test subject two took the most direct route to solve the mission. Dying very quickly.” I wrote down, while musing.

Tsk, what if I create a backstory for it? Sounds like a plan. I began diving into dream and spirit magic. Recreating memories but the first trial showed that it had some issues. Not being able to do some of the things I place in its memory caused it some stress.

Which led me to running a test on its physical capabilities. It was stronger than a guy who could lift 450 pounds ten reps. It could do twenty without breaking a sweat. It ran a mile in under two minutes and the reaction speed was excellent.

It would serve as the basis of a knight unit with these capabilities. I just had to put in the correct skills and decision making algorithms. Hope it would understand what I wanted.

Thus began my second attempt of programming a behavior that I wanted. This time I utilized an image of myself. I gave them the background of an orphan. I slowly trained them up. Tactics, language, scenario based training, understanding how to utilize enchanted items, and even group movement.

I was so engrossed that I didn’t even notice the sun rising, not that I could tell in the room I was in. If someone wasn’t thinking about me so intently, I wouldn’t have bothered with the other folks.

Clicking my tongue, I closed up my notebook and put away my test subjects. I whipped up a simple ward to alert me to someone trying to bypass it and left. I walked to the balcony to see a little cub waiting for me.

She stared at my clothes and I looked down to see I was in an all white lab coat which covered an all-white scrubs. I didn’t even realize I settled for this look. It was so comfortable that I probably ignored it.

I transformed into a large bird, grabbing her in my talons and flying back to the Palace. It seemed they had been waiting for me as I walked in. I didn’t say much but as I took a seat behind the Princess.

Enjoying the stares while I flipped open my notebook and continued noting down the changes in personality of my subjects. I could still watch them interact in the dreamworld I created, from here. It was truly astounding how starting from the ground up could create such a huge development in the subjects.