it appears to be some kind of startled fawn

I‘m going to be kind to you, Dalek. I‘m not going to make you wait. I‘m going to tell you now: You’re. Going. To. Die. You made me this way, you know that? I tried crushing the memories, resisting the darkness that’s always been in my head, the darkness that you and your kind put there over those twenty years. Everything I have done since can be traced back to what you did then. But I‘m better than the Daleks. I rose above it all for the sake of Gallifrey, for the sake of my office. Except here and now, on a world that isn’t mine, in a universe that isn’t mine. All I have to do is ram this taser into your circuitry, channel its power through your armour and, I‘m sorry to tell you, through your weak and feeble flesh. You’re the final component, Dalek. It’s over and I think after all you’ve done I have the right.

…

Leela, my beloved!

(After drawing Romana as a Roman goddess, I felt like drawing Leela in the style of a historical painting, too. This time, the inspiration was the renaissance painting ‘Judith with the Head of Holofernes’ by Lucas Cranach the Elder. It seemed appropriate.)

Inspiration under the cut: