Profile Monday: Evelyn Duskfall - The Howl That Wasn't
Oh, the Tales This Photo Could Tell...
Gather 'round, darlings, for the true story of how your beloved Evelyn discovered her, ahem, "angelic" voice.
Picture this: Teenage Evelyn, all black eyeliner and bottled-up rage, sneaking out of Duskfall Manor for a midnight stroll. Why? Because nothing says "rebellion" quite like risking mosquito bites and a twisted ankle in the name of freedom.
There I was, stomping through the woods in my brand new, heavily discounted Hot Topic boots (don't judge, we've all been there), when I heard it – a wolf's howl in the distance.
Now, in my infinite 15-year-old wisdom, I thought, "That's it! I'll become one with nature. I'll howl at the moon and strike fear into the hearts of... well, probably just some very confused squirrels." I took a deep breath, threw back my head, and let out what I thought would be a fearsome howl.
What came out instead was a note so high, so piercing, that I'm pretty sure I saw bats fleeing in terror. It echoed through the trees, shattering the night's silence and probably a few eardrums along the way.
As the last echoes faded, I stood there in shock. Was that ungodly sound really me? Before I could ponder this existential crisis further, I heard a commotion back at the manor.
Lights flicked on, dogs started barking, and I swear I heard my father yell, "Bloody hell, what was that? Someone call animal control!"
Panicking, I sprinted back home, miraculously making it to my room just as my parents burst in, wild-eyed and wielding a fireplace poker.
"Evelyn!" my mother gasped. "Did you hear that dreadful noise? Are you alright?"
Feigning innocence (and slightly out of breath), I replied, "Noise? What noise? I was just here, um... practicing my scales?"
My parents exchanged a look. "Well," my father said, lowering the poker, "if that was you... perhaps we should look into voice lessons. Preferably soundproofed ones."
And that, my darling shadow dwellers, is how Evelyn Duskfall, wannabe wolf whisperer, became the siren of Transcendant.
From howling at the moon to wailing on stage – it's not quite the journey I expected, but oh, what a delicious twist of fate.
Next time you hear me hit those glass-shattering high notes, just remember – somewhere out there, a wolf is howling back, "Amateur." 🐺🎤
