Out of the shadows of the bleachers surrounding the ring came a figure with the presence of a fiend. An aura shot out from it's body, illuminating his surroundings in what seemed to be a bright red color. But those were only mind games, an essence of fear and wrath sprung up from the impurity of emotions. This fiend had the shape of a man standing at about six feet. He walked upon the sands of the arena, walking passed the pitch black stallions as he ran his gloved fingers through their mane. The horses shrieked at his touch, and the man's laugh echoed through his masked features. Not even the sound of thundering music could hide his short malevolent cackle. 

Each footstep left a mark in the ring. His hands came together behind him as he spun to look at the empty domain. The gloom of this providence worked wonders for the upcoming act. The relation between colors was beautiful, despite it's sad ambiance. A touch of red it would strike fear into the eyes of the audience - so for that purpose, the color was absent. But as of this moment, the red was present. Not only did this mysterious man's aura sprout the illusion of the color, but the circle on the forehead of his mask wore it like a blessing. The mask strikes fear into everyone's eyes or so have complaints said. But this was nothing but trickery - a marvelous joke. It was a show, for this man did not deliberately bring terror, but encourage it for later pleasure. For his audience, he would first agitate them with fright, but then ease that fear through the illusion of comfort, feeding off their emotions as though they were animate. The man played with the mind, bolstering his act this way through seizure then relief. 

Though his placing in this horse-filled tent wasn't for show. The masked man walked through the passageway towards the dressing room. His footsteps stopped before a grey colored curtain - which was the entrance in this case. Under his mask, his facial expression became calm, though nobody ever saw it during hours of operation. So with no hesitation, the effigy pierced through the curtains to find a woman strapping on her outfit. 

[b]"You look as beautiful as ever Diedra"[/b] the masked man - known as none other than Tanner - started. [b]"Those colors are of delightful taste. I sometimes grow envious of you. You've got such wonderful eyes. They have this spark that bring forth beauty and power. If I took off this mask, I would be exiled for my appearance"[/b] he joked, giving a faint chuckle under the containment of his disguise. The man then sat down at a nearby chair, crossing his legs like a British gentleman, his hands clasped together on the edge of the table before him. [b]"I was in here earlier after your show ended. Madame Sombre asked me to check up on you personally. Now why do you think that is?"[/b] he asked sarcastically, knowing the answer already. He was always known to be one step ahead. 

Tanner then stood up from his seating, pushing the chair back towards the table. He walked up to the woman with a calm and collective manner, his hands clasped behind him yet again. He now stood about two to three feet from her, his eyes glowing blue under the mask. But it wasn't a blue of serenity or harmony, but this blue of chaos and disorder. [b]"Have you ever heard the story of the Irish Rebellion of 1641?"[/b] he asked her, again knowing she was absent that knowledge. Then he continued, [b]"Well, the Irish wanted Catholicism to spread over the English administration. They became violent and forceful in attempts to overthrow the English rule in areas of England, mainly Irish and Scottish Providences. But see, the Irish Catholics lost the battle to the English, failing to dispose of the Protestants. The Anti-Catholics kept their land and gained more geography. Despite having a larger army, one powered by the wealthy, they failed to surpass the mental strength of their enemy. They weren't smart enough."[/b]

After that, the masked man took a step back and smiled underneath his mask - his facial expression going unseen. [b]"It would seem your show is starting, so I will take my leave. It was a pleasure speaking with you Diedra, let us do this again........On....healthier terms next time shall we?"[/b] And with a nod of adieu, Tanner vanished from the dressing room like a shadow in the night.