Background: Kryptonians have their own Soul mark (only ever in pairs) It was never known who the other person was (that had the same mark) until your paths crossed naturally... then it was seen as a blessing from Rao, him having brought you both together so your stars align providing you with a somewhat mystical telepathic soul-bond that is deemed 'impossible' to have been created genetically by the matrix... (it baffles scientists, but happens anyway)

*Other mystical situations have been known to occur that are often recorded in Kryptonian books as either history, religious prophecy or Myths and Legends (Depending on how far back they go/whether they can be proven.)

Kara has grown up with slightly more devout beliefs instilled within her having witnessed that on Krypton... She retreated into her shell living on earth where sex and relationships are sometimes seen as just a lot of casual fun or nothing serious. (a definite clash of cultures). Especially considering she had to hide her uniqueness and 'Alieness' from the world which only proved to isolate her further leading to the often meek & quirky 'insecure wallflower' type we see as 'Kara Danvers' on the show... something she has slowly grown out from underneath due to the mentoring of Cat Grant and by embracing herself and who truly she is as Supergirl, helping with her confidence and insecurities.


Floating high above towering skyscrapers... sun dipping among the clouds sending shimmering golds, flamboyant pinks and ripples of purple spanning the circumference of the city. Refracted light bouncing off the tally of glass.. creating earths very own natural disco ball showering the citizens in sparkling twilight. The clouds themselves opaque, appearing a rich orange.. just close enough to touch, Kara watched infatuated as moist particles bobbed through the air like a translucent mist full of potential planetary life-force. Running an elegant hand over the smokey molecules.. practically tasting the damp crisp condensation on her tongue she hovered wholly enamoured by Mother Nature and what she had to offer.

On the ground citizens crowded around in awe. Just a blackened silhouette against a deep chestnut sky, outline of a crimson cape flickering lightly. It was at times like these they'd gasp in reverence, belief finally settling in that almighty higher power... likely now understanding why humanity claimed her as their Kryptonian messiah, because none of it seemed real.

Dipping her head down, bowing before the gods Kara chanted an ancient Kryptonian prayer

"Though we go forth alone, our soul unites us under Raos gladsome rays... "

Drifting slowly downward head still held in prayer, toes gently touching the ground as the gathering crowd awaited her presence in growing anticipation...

Turning Kara continued "We are never lost we are never afraid"

Stepping forward "For we shrink not under the sun of riotousness"

Running a hand daintily to brush those reaching out, as she passed them slowly.

Speaking slightly louder, walking more firmly her head remained dipped "Rao binds us to those we love, he gives us strength when we have none"

Stopping as she crouched at the mercy of a young disabled woman, one she'd recently rescued, wheelchair bound and leg amputated at the knee. Carefully placing two heated palms either side of damp cheeks, Kara lifted her head looking desperately into solum grey eyes, her own tears falling "...and in the darkest places he guides us"

Squeezing each other, before letting go Kara twisted upward and continued her prayer, striding with more confidence now bellowing "For Rao sees all feels all...

Reaching an adorable child, no older than eight wearing a supergirl cape. Pretty blonde hair done up to look just like hers... Smiling in adoration soon two blue arms opened up, held outward waiting... she came running into Kara with an omph. Looking up Supergirl noted two parents arms tightly bound together watching with a sort of loving appreciation as Kara held their child, their eyes blinking brightly at Kara Zor-El in greeting as she met their gaze, faces crinkling toward her with kind affection.

Kara moved further inward until the child's head was buried at the hollow of her neck, her own face comforted against a tiny silk woven shoulder. Closing her own teal eyes briefly, she held her close... the pair clasped together for just a few strung out thribs on a Kryptonian timepiece.. Kara's heart was soothed as she took in the clean scent of a doted on baby girl and the crisp leaves that littered the top of earths moist soil. Letting go, looking over at this little girls wide eyed expression she whispered "...his love eternal" before running her thumbs over smooth skin petting lightly, lifting up to stand. Kara's lips curling melting as the kiddo bounced back over to her parents giggling about meeting her favourite superhero.

Kara turned around, standing infront of the crowd of mesmerised citizens.. head searching, voice not wavering "Rao protect us so we might protect others" reaching both hands out one last time as they surrounded her, all wanting to touch the celestial soul of this beautiful majestic angel... worried they'd never be graced with the warmth of her presence again.

She finished "...and we shall rise a fire in his hearth burning and free." Before slowly rising from the crowd looking down, sniffly faces following her upward until she decidedly shot off into the glow of the night.


'-pergirl was spotted earlier hovering and chanting over National City in a foreign dialect before making her presence known to fellow onlookers on the ground. They say she switched to English before reciting some sort of exterrestrial poem...

..descriptions are varied but one thing of note is that with each witness coming forward they all mention that it was nothing short of a life altering experience...'

'Do you think she could be celebrating a prominent day in Kryptons own history Blake?'

'...you make a good point Andrea, I'm not entirely sure.. little is known of life on Krypton other than the fact our two resident heroes where born on its surface... I would however like to send out an invitation to those within the Alien community to ask for any information in regards to Krypton and Kryptonian culture to help shed light on Supergirl and what our icon could've been up to this evening... thank you.

~This Is Andrea Franklin and Blake Fraiser with Entertainment at Midnight bringing you the latest in all things Super, that's everything for now, Goodbye'~

Tuning out, Lying on her bed overridden with solitude Kara couldn't help but reminisce of a past world.. one were she would be fast approaching her age of ascension. One of adulthood and soulmarks. On Krypton she would have found them by now, her destined mate and be expected to marry them her betrothed.... matched by the matrix but also the stars. Kara knew that they were gone, here no longer. She watched it herself, first ecological death, then the civilisation being blasted.. her planet being torn apart.

She's gotten used to the idea of being alone, having to reconcile past romantic notions to nothing but mere fantasy... Though it existed on Krypton, here on earth the term 'soulmate' was considered nothing more than something to joke about or to garner disapproving stares for believing in something so foolish... that.. according to earthly residence was not real. Here they were nothing but a myth or sweet nothing, a loving word in someone's ear. Kara could see the benefit.. of having free will and free reign, having a choice but frankly the idea of pursuing romantic attachment without it being Rao's destiny, his wish... it seemed shallow because without all of that devotion, that urge to die for your lover, that love eternal.. it was to Kara at least... meaningless. Experiencing a telepathic bond with your mate was something she'd dreamt about since childhood... having that one person who filled your lungs with air, who kept your heart still beating. The one that made time stand still and the tornado within your mind subside. The someone you'd travel galaxies far and wide just to rescue, unable to survive without their existence in your life or their thoughts wrapped around your spirit imbuing you with vitality.

It was disheartening knowing she'd never get to feel that, experience what it's like. People just assume she's prudish, frigid, frugal with those type of attachments but deep down Kara knew... that wasn't entirely true. That's not why she doesn't date, she just... steers clear from potential partners.. tries not to go there because what's the point when it was clearly not Raos will, to grant her that 'normal' white picket fence type of life.

Her destiny was to protect earth, be its saviour... done without a soul-bond then so be it, a heroes journey is a lonely one... it had no place for family.

However that didn't mean she wasn't presented with the reality of what that meant, certain difficulties accompanying that journey she had yet to rectify. Like animals.. humans even here on earth the puppet that sustained her, her body was inbuilt with a certain level of programming... She still experienced arousal, with her growing age that was becoming abundantly clear. As it grew closer, the nearer to what would've been her ascension to adulthood... her body and muscles continuously ached with the need to be tangled and wound around another, that of her match, her mate... it was instinct.. a gut reaction and it was horrifying ..the prospect she'd never let it be satisfied.

Kara had debated internally, battled with herself over her morals and culture whether she should just go out to seek out pleasure. A casual fling... she could just check off from that invisible list of 'teenage experiences and life lessons' Alex was determined she have. To remove any of those question marks and invalidate the necessity for arousal, remove it from her system entirely. But again... that wasn't a solution, only an action she knew she'd regret. It wasn't known whether that'd shut off that side of her brain desperate for release... because it wasn't the only thing it was after... it wanted to form that link.. it wanted a forever not just something born of out greed and selfishness.

Sex was a Kryptonian ritual, more like a mix between the Kama Sutra and a robed cult by earth standards but more.. a moment to cherish the flesh of your partner, feel each other and literally become uniquely one. So she couldn't bring herself to do it... Bound to spend eternity in perpetual torment only mildly placated by her own hand. It was embarrassing, the frequency she found herself begging her own three fingers for release, curling them inside herself wishing it were someone else...anyone else. Just to get rid of the pain, the missing space inside. Sighing Kara stared down at her lower half, shirt riding up from the position she held. Running a finger absentmindedly, tracing the lines that ran through her lower chest, feeling the tiny minute hairs and freckles as the point and crux of her index finger followed each groove. She reached the curve of her hip, protruding and womanly .. I'm pretty right? ... I don't think people mind what I look like.. she wasn't sure... Kara had always been more than a little insecure. Full of steel, jutting metal.. having crevices people didn't even know existed. She had abs that weren't even listed in all those medical textbooks Alex often read during Anatomy 101.

She'd hear people call out to her, Supergirl was often the object of people's private fantasies, Kara always wondered what they'd picture because she knew that it certainly wasn't the real me... but... to be fair, from what she often heard it was more about the cape than the girl I swear they'd rather rub themselves with it than me usually.

Sometimes Supergirl was the topic of celebrities hottest, proclaimed sex icon... Kara's ego would momentarily bolster, make up for her lack of bodily confidence until she read the finer detail. Perceptions devastatingly skewed when they all automatically assumed you were sleeping with multiple sexual partners at any one given point in time. They think I'm a player, purely because according to them I could have anyone I desired.

Maybe that was true... if she could get through one sentence with out so much as stuttering or fumbling like a fool. She was far more comfortable on her own anyways I don't need anyone else, you can do this Kara... soul bonds are for chumps. I mean how would that go anyway? Human courtships still baffled her and it's not like they'd link.

Moving lower she looked at herself hesitantly, nothing sexual surprisingly but she was just curious what other people must truly think... the v at her hips lead down to two muscular thighs, opening wide she couldn't help but look closer. Her lips were slightly puffy, still evident from her earlier ministrations. Two pink inner lips poking out just slightly, she parted herself, left over arousal making them sticky. Pulling back her clitoral hood, the nub of sparkling persistently hard nerve endings elicited a spike of electricity, groaning Kara ceased her movements she didn't want that right now.

Instead she got out of bed, removing her shirt as she went until she stood buck naked infront of a wall length mirror. Twisting and turning she was alien... nothing you could do to hide that. No human looked this sharp, not even on steroids. See Kara wasn't built, but she was toned... far too toned if she wanted to get by in society without turning heads. Her body was lithe and supple, longer too. Her skin was almost luminescent, the yellow sun did that... it wasn't human. She had zero discolouration, no scars, even her mound was bare... no stubble... it was like silk not that it mattered. But as much as that was the object of people's envy Kara hated it, just another thing to add to her growing list of how she was so different. She'd long for a pimple every now and then... to reassure her that she was normal, that she belonged.

At that her eyes flickered to the thing she'd been ignoring this whole time her soul mark. It wound around her legs, patterns of Kryptonian markings embedded and risen from the skin. It started on her mound and curled up over her left hip until it slid under her leg reaching close to her labia, finishing up by wrapping itself around her right thigh. It was a beautiful intricate alien pattern that just made her hate it even more.

Touching it it swirled slightly like runny ink in water.

It was black.. a reminder that she'd not yet matched, that her virginity at least in Rao's mind was intact because she'd yet to form a telepathic bond. You could only do that with your soulmate.. you could have thousands of partners in one lifetime but until you'd found the right match and they'd touched it... that was that. It'd turn red, you'd marry, your heat would start and then the ritual of bare flesh was needed to form an eternal link. Only once consummated were you considered an adult, once your ascension had lifted. When you understood your partner through feelings alone, could hear their inner workings, even see the deepest part of themselves clearer than you could see yourself.

Biting a lip she caressed it lightly watching the pattern shift and change due to her own deft fingers. As always it stayed the same colour. She didn't like this ... it was what made her so insecure, not even Alex knew it existed, far too personal. Kara had kept it hidden, Alex just assumed she was conservative and that was fine. Thankfully the suit still hid it well, the tights and skirt kept the blue knit in place. After all she'd made certain... Leslie Willis's comments still sometimes grate her. Clearly someone who'd noticed her extra efforts to appear normal... to hide her otherworldly attributes.