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We Hunt Those Who Hunt Us AU Teen Wolf/ Shadowhunters Verse

27 years old
Beacon Hills, California
United Kingdom

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Member Since:March 24, 2012

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We protct those who cannot protect themselves

Name:Steven Vincent Argent

Alas:Steve, Stevo, Stevie (Allison only)


Eye Color:Brown

Hair Color:Black

Favorite Holiday:Christmas

Personality:Steven while relaxing is a party animal. Loves to have fun, drink, smoke go to clubs and socialize. But Steven while hunting was known as the Ruthless Argent and he lived up too his name.


Goal:Hunt those who hunt others.


  • Allison Argent | Sister

  • Chris Argent | Father

  • Victoria Argent| Mother
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    Name's Steven Argent. Yes, another Argent I am Chris Argent's son. Wait he had a son, yes he had a son which makes me Allison's brother I know all these things. I am a little older than Allison when I was younger I was a little more of a trouble maker and kind of just plain evil. So my dad left me with my grandfather Gerrard because I wanted to stay with him (don't know why he'd listen to what a kid wanted anyway can't make decisions on my own.) Because I was raised by him I was raised LIKE him and didn't think anything bad of him nor Kate. When he went back to Beacon Hills he left me back to help make sure that everything was good and safe back where we lived.Now that my mom is dead, Kate is dead, my Grandpa's in a nut house, and my my sister is dead I have to go to Beacon Hills and see what the hell is going on and try to get my dad to forgive me and accept me back as his son and help me rid Beacon Hills of all the supernaturals.
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    May 2nd 2020 - 10:35 PM

    “Sir, the Seelie Queen would highly regard the company of this… Mundane.” Gwynn ap Nudd appeared to have a devilish smile reach across his face. Luckily, Mark didn’t have to lie. Even though he was one of the one Fae present that could, he didn’t like it. “He arrived with a certain item… a ring, which the Seelie Queen would require… as leverage.” The Wild Hunt leader placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder, gripping it tight. “I had my doubts, but you are coming along quite well - Miach!” Gwynn gave him undeserved accolades. The half-Fae side of Mark was raging under his skin for the truth, but he swallowed that guilt and pushed forward. “We don’t have the numbers to send an escort to the Seelie Court nor do we have the available steeds for ONE prisoner.” Gwynn contemplated the situation, rubbing his fingers along his stubbled chin. “It’s settled. Miach, you will take the prisoner to the Seelie Court by foot. After the exchange, request her majesty to open a portal to deliver you back upon us.” This… wasn’t as he had planned. But, he had no other option other than to accept. By horse, the trip to the Seelie Court would take two days. However, it would take a minimum of seven days to do so by foot. The more pressing issue now was how would he escape Faerieland without his steed?  The Wild Hunt’s steeds could fly among the clouds - making an escape from Faerieland simple. “Miach, gather whatever items you will need for this expedition and make haste.” Gwynn reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a ring - one with a short quote engraved along the band, ‘the’ ring. He handed it to Mark before dismissing him to go furnish the items needed for the trip. Mark didn’t have a reasonable excuse to return to the prisoner to explain the situation. Instead, he choose the route that would be within the other’s sight to show him the ring now on his finger.


    An hour passed, while Mark collected his belongings and necessities. Most of his time was spent on procuring a weapon for the other. Though the man stated he would be fine with any weapon, the crossbow among his stolen belonging suggested archery. It took some convincing, but he was able to ‘borrow’ a bow from one of his fellow hunters. It came with an unknown debt to be repaid some time in the future determined by the other. Mark didn’t like the sound of this deal, but he wouldn’t have to repay if his plan came to fruition. With everything in tow (and it wasn’t much to begin with), he returned to the prisoner. “I’m going to cut you loose. Please don’t run, talk to me, or act weird until we are at least out of mile away.” Mark used one of his arrowheads to cut the ropes around the prisoner. “Head North along this path. Once we are far enough out, I’ll let you take a bow and some extra clothes that I packed.” Mark had to be short, as other hunters were now walking about and getting ready to leave this campsite in the morning.  “Once we stop, I’ll answer whatever questions you may have. For now, let’s go.”


    May 1st 2020 - 2:24 AM

    Entrances to the Faerieland are ‘magical’, but can be described mostly as ‘tricky’. There are several entrances to the land, most of which tend to be hidden and unguarded and are normally found in natural surroundings rather than in man-made areas; they are often given away by some aspect of their natural appearance that is "wrong" or "off"—like a reflection in water that does not match the world above the reflection. As humans continued to develop and explore untouched lands, many found themselves lost in Faerieland for all eternity. Time flows at a different rate in the realm, sometimes slower, sometimes faster. Seasons can change in the blink of an eye, mountains and caverns can appear where minutes before no such things were visible, and its rivers change their courses at the whim of some unknown force. Food or drinks from the land are known to have hallucinogenic and euphoric properties, particularly faerie narcotics and alcoholic beverages. When ingested, these may trap humans, also known as Mundanes, and Shadowhunters, in Faerie until dismissed by the ruler of the Court. It’s safe to assume that NO Mundane has ever travelled to and from Faerieland and lived to tell the tale - lost to the land or to the food/drinks.

    The Wild Hunt, a band of Faeries with the dreary task to collect lost souls, was traversing horse back when they came across a ‘man’. He managed to wander his way into the heart of Faerieland. Though he was technically ‘lost’, he wasn’t the particular ‘lost’ that the Wild Hunt collected. However, they managed to capture him, strip him of his belongings, and strap him to a tree - for safe keeping. He’d become a gift to the Seelie Queen in exchange for another Faerie to join the Wild Hunt’s cause. Among the current members of The Wild Hunt was the newest member Mark Blackthorn. Mark was ‘different’ than the others, being that he was merely half-Faerie and half-Shadowhunter. Originally, he was a Shadowhunter prisoner-of-war. After physical, emotional, and psychological torture, the Fae were able to convince him to willingly join The Wild Hunt. Now, he did as he was told by his leaders and took whatever berating his fellow hunters lambasted him with.

    “Is this how you treat everyone you meet?”

    “Wait… did I just walk into some comic con event or are you actually Faeries that captured me.”

    “What, no answer? I mean you have me strapped up. The least you can do is tell me why and what you are.”

    The hunters ignored the man’s questions. In fact, they avoided eye contact in his direction altogether. As a Faerie, they could ONLY tell the truth - though they had their ways around it. Mark pushed himself up from his sitting position on the ground to approach the man. “Miach”, Mark’s leader addressed him by his Faerie name. It made Mark feel uncomfortable, as Faerie name’s held so much power. “See if this man is worth the day-trip back to the Seelie Court; otherwise, we can feed him and let the lands claim him.” Mark nodded. In these situations, Mark’s leader, Gwynn ap Nudd - leader of the Wild Hunt, choose him because of his ability to lie and appearance. Being only half-Faerie gave Mark an advantage, though it had only brought him pain and anguish. Mark shared many features with the Fae; light blonde hair, heterochromatic eye colors, slim and nimble body frames. However, he had the most ‘Mundane’ features out of The Wild Hunt - meaning he didn’t have gills, scales, changing colored hair, and/or other non-human traits.

    Slowly, Mark made his way over to the prisoner. If he spoke soft enough, he would be just out of ear-shot from the other hunters. “Do you know where you are?” Heterochromatic eyes, one gold and the other hazel, looked the man up and down. He placed his hand under the man’s chin to turn his face left and right. “Who are you?” Mark asked. He carried weapons of a hunter and the man’s body was built similar to a Shadowhunter - one who trains day and night. However, he lacked the Angelic runes from the Book of Grey to be one. “What are you?” Mark followed up his previous question after a quick observation. To Mark, it was clear that this man wasn’t just a mundane. He wasn’t a Shadowhunter either. Somehow, he fell somewhere in between - an anomaly that Mark had never encountered. In that moment, it was clear that Mark had to do something to protect him and get him out of Faerieland.

    With his hand still under the man’s chin, Mark pulled down with his thumb to signal the other to open his mouth. Mark pretended to look inside the man’s mouth - a complete ruse to convince the other hunters that he was doing as he was told. “My name is Mark Blackthorn. I am… was… a Shadowhunter. You are in Faerieland - home of the Seelie and Unseelie Fae.” Mark paused to look over his shoulder to see if the other hunters’ eyes were still upon him. They had begun to carry a conversation within their own circle, allowing Mark to speak slightly more freely. “I want to help you get out of here, but I’m going to need you to trust me.” It was a lot to ask of the other to do blindly, so he attempted to gain the other’s trust as well. “Your clothes and ‘gear’… I’m sorry, but you won’t get these items back. But, if I’m able to salvage an item - what would that be?” Mark didn’t have much time before he’d have to report back to Gwyn ap Nudd.

    “Miach! Report”, the man’s voice was demanding. Mark flinched before excusing himself.

    𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚠𝚜.

    Nov 5th 2019 - 10:37 PM

    'Steven?"He said to him as he tried to remember. It finally clicked in his head "Steven!!!" He quickly leaned over and wrapped his arms around him tightly. He knew he probably knew about what he was but was being friendly. He squeezed him for a moment as things seemed to be normal at the moment. He kept his arms around him for a little while longer. He didn't want to let go because he knew he would have to tell him the truth. 
    𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚠𝚜.

    Nov 5th 2019 - 7:09 PM

    Zack looked up when he heard his name. He couldn't tell from the shadow figure but they knew him as it seems. "Who are you?" A lot has happened in his life that it was hard to keep track on somethings. He moved a little to the side to get a better view of the male. He tilted his head to the side, thinking who it could be "Do I know you?" He said looking at the male trying to figure out who he was. "Seems like you know me"
    𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚠𝚜.

    Nov 1st 2019 - 2:38 PM

    So many things happened over the course of a few months for Zack. He was bitten by a werewolf then months he told his parents about it. They wanted to kill him for it. It was betrayal in his eyes. He would hope his parents would still love him but he was wrong. His parents fought him and he fought back due to his training his parents taught him. He was able to escape his parents and just leave Beacon Hills for a bit. 

    Zack ran into a pack that took him in but it was a mistake. Most of the pack members hated Zack because he was a hunter and that he wouldn't kill a person. Zack sometimes felt like he was a lone wolf most of the time. Zack would just do his own thing but only came back to them for the company even though it was much. He hated being alone.

    Zack then made his way back to Beacon Hills to see if his parents left. They were after Zack and he knew it. Zack was making his way back into town through the woods. He then heard somebody speak which made him stop in his tracks. "Arrow?"he mumbled to himself when he heard the word. It had to  be a hunter if they were using a bow and arrow. "I am just taking a walk!!"he replied back to them, lying. He would hope they would fall for the lie and think he was just a normal person. "I'm not a deer." He took a deep breath. 

    𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚠𝚜.

    Nov 1st 2019 - 1:47 AM

    I'll reply to it later. I just got off work and I. Am. TIREDDDDDD
    𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚠𝚜.

    Oct 31st 2019 - 4:42 PM

    -tackles him then hugs him tightly;
    𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚠𝚜.

    Oct 31st 2019 - 3:41 PM

    I'll give you a hug if you do
    𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚠𝚜.

    Oct 31st 2019 - 2:57 PM

    We can do that
    𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚠𝚜.

    Oct 31st 2019 - 1:20 PM

    I'm down for that but one problem is that zacks parents are still on the hunt for him.
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