(Earth-12041) Hector Ayala

Hector's eyes burned with anger, gleaming like amber in the dim light of the night. His massive tiger form moved with a controlled yet palpable rage, muscles rippling under his fur as he prowled the room. With a low, guttural growl, he approached the wall, his claws digging into the surface as he slid down slowly, the sound of scraping echoing through the room. Every movement spoke of frustration and pent-up aggression. His tail lashed back and forth in a rhythmic pattern, a silent indicator of his inner turmoil. The darkness outside seemed to seep into the room, enveloping him in its embrace, amplifying his anger. As he reached the floor, Hector's massive frame seemed to shrink slightly, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. His gaze swept the room, seeking a target for his rage, but finding none. With a deep, rumbling sigh, he settled into a tense crouch, muscles coiled like springs, ready to lash out at the slightest provocation.