The Radiant Knight
A strong yet reliable knight of the highest order in all of the land, he wears no helmet of any kind because a transparent, light-touched aura envelops his head with a powerful force of shifting, golden ellipses; he has angular eyes that are nearly feminine in their large, nearly perfect circles of blue bright and almost luminous. The edges to the outer edge of both eyes are heavily marked with the parentheses-like-laugh lines that are repeated in the same location at each side of a mouth so easily and handsomely stretched into a magnificent upward curving mouth that wasn’t quite feminine but still had the same distinctive appearance that was like a flashing sign shouting at the world that to kiss this knight was the same as a religious blessing and he would hold you there in bulging exposed arms that were the perfect complement of swollen muscles that shone with thhe transcendental glare of his pungent sweat almost completely highly concentrated and amalgamated variations that even his friends and colleagues had every single day nearly disrobed before his crossed arms piled atop fascinating pects that were all alone and I. Need of sexually explicit expressions of love. He was almost always smiling and his long, bulging legs even beneath the silvery , glistening and glowing armor affixed with elegant and elaborate archaic blessings of every aspect one could imagine; his armored body was almost like a depthless shimmering lake that was more liquid than a complex of precious metal in such blasphemous abundance. He was a beacon of exponential shifting protrusions of whitest, divine light that the red and silken cloak below the heavier white ones that were transdirectional bits of spell and and his equally powerful feeling to spread his own potent formula to reinvigorate the bright-walkers fantasy art, cartoony
