With the area being darkly lit, Nate couldn't help feeling as though he was in a spot that was taboo, off limits or perceived to be something to stay away from. It all seemed quite... dangerous, but that made him being there thrilling. Nate could feel his nerves ramping up, butterflies developing in his gut and questions ringing in his mind. Should he be there? Should he really be thinking about trying out werewolf, vampire or even demon items or potions to inevitably make him be one of those creatures? Regardless of his questions, the thought of being a werewolf or a demon was even more thrilling to him since both were creatures he dabbled with in his writings. In fact, being an avid writer in the furry fandom, Nate loved the idea of mixing a werewolf with a demon in order to create a new kind of creature... something akin to the more monstrous side of being a werewolf. At the very least, Nate wanted a monster to exist again... considering the cutesy, fluffy and tame versions of werewolves he had come across in his time of reading other people's work has disheartened him. Yeah... the transformations were still there. The qualities of what Nate liked about werewolves were there. Hell... even the physical traits and aspects were there as well, but the monstrous ferocity was gone. No longer were werewolves something to be feared. No longer did people think about running from such a creature were it to exist. No... things like "Twilight" or "True Blood" took care of that and now vampires and werewolves were just other supernatural creatures that weren't scary.
Suddenly, as Nate was losing himself in thought, he heard the footsteps of another person or creature (quite possibly) coming where he was and in a panic, Nate dove each of his hands into a basket and put them into his pockets as he carefully made his way not only out of the area that felt restricted but the entire store and the magical mall. Nate knew he had just shoplifted and while he was a bit sorry that he had, Nate felt more excitement and deviousness out of the criminal act. It made his heart beat hard thinking about having stolen the potions and he couldn't help feeling more alive now than he had ever been in his life. However, he still knew it was bad that he stole something, but Nate also rationalized it. He went in there to see if there was something that could make his dreams and fantasies come true, which he found. He didn't want to leave there empty handed, but he also didn't want to be caught somewhere he shouldn't have been, so he grabbed and ran. Speaking of grabbing and running, it wasn't until that moment that Nate realized he had no idea what he had grabbed since he moved so quickly in the heat of the moment. Curiously, Nate reached into his pockets and found a single bottle of potion in each pocket. In his left, was a bottle that had the emoji of a wolf and the number three. In his right, was a bottle that had the emoji of a devil and the number four on it.
Before, when Nate was solely looking at the werewolf potions, he hypothesized that the numbers corresponded with the level of transformation. With the werewolf one, it was a good guess that the highest level of four would mean he'd turn into a feral wolf from drinking it. A three would have meant, if he was right, that he'd be an anthro wolf with more wolf-like features than human. The demon one, on the other hand, Nate wasn't sure of. Maybe it was the level of what kind of a demon he'd become. Maybe a one would be a lesser demon while the four meant he'd become a devil... maybe THE devil... maybe a ruler of a level in hell. As he stood there, outside of the mall in the parking lot next to his car, Nate couldn't help smiling at the idea of combining the two... just like he had in some of his more recent stories since a demonic werewolf offered far more options in transformations and even another level of transformation altogether. The thing was, Nate also thought about going back to the store... either to put the potions back where he got them or at the very least, ask about the numbering system.