Feminine.

Whoever it was that captured her, they spoke in a language Vivia did not know, in a mellifluous yet commanding female voice. The woman's tone changed as she seemed to listen to Vivia's breathless shouts of protest, and soon they chose to speak the King's English to try and communicate.

“You,” spoke the woman. “You come with me.” It took a moment for the words to make sense past their pronunciation and Vivia's whiplash.

She eventually turned enough to see the woman climbing down off her horse. Her captor was tall, with a length of dark, braided hair and tight-fitting cloth wraps around her chest and hips. The fierce expression on her heart-shaped face had a slight smirk to it as she approached Vivia.

With bruised ribs and a lack of breath, she was helpless to resist as the woman tied her hands and feet together behind her back. Her captor then bent over her prone form and reached around to her stomach. Vivia glared with grit teeth as the woman gently embraced her in that moment, smiling face an inch from her own. She saw confidence in those eyes, along with a sparkle of mischief. Whatever that said of this woman's plans, she couldn't tell, but the moment was over with the sound of a snap as the bolas' rope was cut beneath her, and the weight of it no longer held her down.

Quickly, Vivia was lifted and swung over her captor's shoulder, sending what breath she regained away. She could only gasp as she was carried along, and soon tossed across the back of the horse. Her view was only the rocky ground and the beast's hooves until the woman climbed up behind her and orientated her into a more proper position.

Immediately, 'proper' was no longer appropriate, as Vivia felt the shape of the saddle beneath her press against her body. The woman sat behind her close enough to keep her held snug against the offending part of her ride, reaching around her body once again to grip the reins. Vivia found no matter how she shifted upon the saddle, every position made the hard leather protrusions in her seat threaten to tear the inseam of her breeches.

With her extremities tightly bound behind her back, and her captor so intimately surrounding her, Vivia was effectively trapped upon the horse. She knew she had to find a way to get out of it, but how?