
Bandele skipped merrily on a worn path that he had been following for at least a few hundred miles. His destination was still unclear to him but the more he traveled the rogue lands, the more he was beginning to realize just how much he wanted a home to call his own. Or at the very least a mate of some kind. He flicked his tail behind him as he stopped skipping and fell more into a fast-paced walk. If he was being truthful he really wanted to have the best of both worlds, but he would take what he could get. Though, nothing was happening in either respects. Bandele felt himself growing increasingly more self conscious. Did he smell? The cheetah sniffed the air for a moment. Nope, it wasn't that. Was his pelt to bright? Probably not. Maybe it was his breath?
The male came to a halt and dropped his head. He looked just how he felt; defeated. He seemed to draw males to him. Or if he drew females to him nothing ever happened with them. For a moment he cursed himself. "Why can't I ever just have a one night..." He mumbled the rest of what he was saying. Bandele was most certainly not a ladies man in any respect. However, he direly wanted to be. The idea often popped in his head to find a male who could teach him the ways of being a total stud, but then his weaker demeanor gave way and he figured it was probably best he avoid other males at all costs. Well, apart from those who stumbled upon him. Yes, he was a bit of a coward when it came to other males. He knew he wasn't very strong and was in fact probably weaker then a juvenile.