<-- Hero in the Making -->

[E.roe-in-a-Box]

+ I am dubbed Eroe, don't you forget that.
+ I've survived for two Decembers, one of them on the streets.
+ My parents were obviously Golden Retrievers, and I'm not saying different.
+ While I am a female, there is no way that I'm a submissive coward, so don't you stereotype me.

Years of scavenging made a lean, athletic build - I bet I could race you and win. +
My coat is golden-brown, though it's slightly matted now. +
My height isn't anything impressive - just your average joe. +
My eyes are bright and brown, and they're always watchful. +
My right ear's been savaged - part of it's missing. +
My left eye's been through the mill as well, a scar running down it. +

+ My temper frays at times, but it's usually in check.
+ My precious people are of utmost importance to me, and I'd never betray them.
+ My trust's been broken too many times, however, and it's hard for me to meet new canines.
+ Most of all, I hate those over-confident males and the equally annoying pushy bitches that I meet.
+ My main goal in life is to survive.

My mind is sharp, just like my tongue, so don't be tricksy. +
My tongue has a mind of its own - wittier than most. +
My feet are in their own control as well, but I can fly a bit quicker than the average. +

+ I do have problems in the trust department, so you'll really have to work to get on my good side.
+ I'm also not the Incredible Hulk, and my muscles aren't as developed as they could be.

My puppyhood was spent in leisure, the silk cushions beneath my tiny, furry body warm and plentiful. When I had survived one December, though, the house which had been my home was reduced to ashes. I managed to escape the burning inferno, but got hit over the head with a falling beam and knocked out - where else did you think I got my scar from? When I came to, however, my family had vanished, much like the comfortable life I'd once led. I've walked the streets ever since, occasionally crossing paths with another canine, sometimes battling - my torn ear is a product of one of those battles.

From this moment, I consider you warned. Ready to meet the hero?

Places of Meeting
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Canine Friends
None at the moment.

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