Xena, warrior princess, is all grown up. She’s got a beautiful home, a family and a job. She carries her weapon in a purse now. She’s the production manager for an ad agency and a fierce one at that. She’s polite and fulfills every request, because it’s her job, but she demands respect and gets it, or else. Woe is the vendor that misplaces one red cent or fails to deliver the quality product she ordered. She devolves into a wolf and goes for blood, fresh out of the jugular. Her bark is usually enough to intimidate and one would think that her bite is worse than her bark, but, is it? She needs to be in control of every aspect of her life and is very capable, but if her mastery over fate is threatened the world becomes a desperate battleground to her. She loves her children and her grandchildren, her friends, her spouse and her lovers and she’s generous and hard working but everyone must reciprocate on her terms. Either things are done her way or it’s the the highway for you, and that’s the chink in her armor. If her world should crumble so will she. She lacks the inspiration to reinvent herself easily. She nourishes her dream and makes it into a lovely reality but the fruit from the tree of life frightens her. She’d rather not know what’s on the other side of Paradise. Maybe she knows that she could be consumed by her own appetites, become addicted and let her life fall into disarray.