The panther was easily bigger than any animal that anyone had seen before.  If it was any shorter than twelve to fifteen feet long, it couldn't be by much.  It paced along the center of the tent, a dirt floor that had the tracks of the beast as it paced back and forth.  Standing within the circle with the creature was a man that seemed to contain the same feral grace as the creature itself.  The panther's fur was midnight in color, a shade of black that was just blue enough to bring out the highlights as it moved beneath the small amount of light allowed in by properly placed holes within the tent.<br/><br/>The man was tall, well over six foot, and muscular.  Wearing only a pair of worn cotton trousers, the upper chest was bare of clothing, revealing each and every muscle the man had to perfection.  Granted, it also appeared he had some type of liquid sprayed on him to make himself appear that much more perfect.  The only marking he bore was that of a panther's head above his heart, a startling image that, to those close enough to see it in its entirety, would swear it looked just as the panther's head did.<br/><br/>"Halt!" he shouted at the panther.  The creature complied, letting a low, deep purr resonate through the tent.  The man approached, petting the creature's massive jaw as if it were a kitten instead of a creature twice his height in length and outweighed him three or four times over.  "Good, Jagger.  Why don't you show the good people what a real set of teeth are, eh?  Show up that Mick fellow!"  The panther, Jagger, turned to the crowd and bared teeth that were bigger than some people's fingers.  Another roar ripped through the tent, and an almost primal fear would begin to roll through the crowd.