What about Ommen for a drabble
[Ommen's bio here: Raven of Probability]
Ommen ruffled her feathers, yellow eyes gleaming as she stared into intense golden ones, which watched her unblinkingly. A smirk tugged at her beak, the Center of the Miracle Box gleaming bright as the two of them stood in the middle. The other kwamis of the box surrounded them, each standing in their designated space of the Center circle, surrounding her and Yanna.
The Bison kwami tossed her head, horns gleaming and fur shaking. Ommen stayed still, before reaching down to toss several dried beans to the side her and Yanna, adding to the small pile that was their betting pool. Snacks were the most common things to be gambled, having the most value in the Miracle Box. They were consumable, unlike trinkets and knickknacks, and were limited due to the Guardians providing limited food for them to take into the box.
But despite the frequency food found itself as currency for their games, putting one's favorite food on the line was a rare thing indeed.
So Yanna's eyes were wide as she saw the kidney beans enter the ring, Ommen sending a silent challenge. Murmurs from those standing around the Center echoed about them, all kwamis eagerly awaiting to see what would happen next.
The Bison kwami reached for the dice, not adding anything herself to pool– just tossing the two dice. Ommen watched the cubes as they rolled, resisting the urge to extend her powers. To tip the Probability into her favorite, but she knew it was never that simple when fighting against Victory herself.
The dice landed each on a one.
"Habuu-eyes!" The kwamis watching cried excitedly. "Zero points!"
"Just call it snake-eyes," the Rattlesnake muttered.
Yanna grinned, in a game were earning the most points would make you lose, this was the best roll she could get. Especially since this kept Ommen's score as the highest. As soon as one of them hit a thousand the game would be over, and they were steadily crawling closer to that point, and Ommen knew it would be a dangerous game from here. The more Victory Yanna gained, the stronger the Bison became. Ommen didn't let her worry show, however, just drifting over and scooping up the dice herself, letting them drop.
Once again, she did not exert her powers– in fact, she had not turned the tides in her favorite once the whole game. Despite that she hadn't been losing by a landslide this whole time. Perhaps it had been luck, or perhaps Victory's aura had been rubbing off on her. Either way Yanna assumed Ommen had been her using powers, and must be thinking that she was getting drained.
Ommen looked down at her roll– a five and a six– nearly the worst roll possible, adding eleven points to her score.
Yanna grinned Victoriously, cheers going up among the watching kwamis. Ommen was rapidly approaching a thousand points, which would not only end the game, but let Yanna claim the whole pot. There was a good claim as well, quite the assortment of treats were waiting as the prize, along with a beautiful doll Ommen had her eyes on, and a golden pocket watch she had lost several decades ago in a game that she was determined to win back.
Yanna did not reach for the dice as her turn came again, instead zipping back a ways. Ommen floated up high, looking to see what the Bison was flying away to retrieve. Her eyes widened when she saw what exactly Yanna was flying back with, causing all the other kwamis to mutter as they realized just how much the stakes were now being raised.
Yanna placed a square piece of cake at the top of the betting pile, eyes bright and determined. Yanna loved cake of all kind, it was her very favorite of all foods, but it was also one thing she never gambled with. Yanna didn't even need to say a word to declare the confidence she was feeling on this game, because Yanna would never risk her cake–this was a statement that said she was sure she going to win no matter what.
Ommen smirked as Yanna tossed the dice up into the air, at last reaching out with her powers, throwing all she could to turn the Probability to her favor. With Yanna's Triumph ability running high she knew that the odds were naturally in the Bison's favor, but that wasn't accounting for the powers she had been holding back until now.
Two sixes shown up from the Center as the dice landed– the worst roll possible in their game, and earning double points.
Ommen didn't waste a moment, sliding forward to strike the dice, sending them rolling once more. A pair of snake-eyes showing as they came to a stop. This caused Yanna to hesitate for a moment, before slowly moving to the dice once more, rolling them with only a moment's pause, her eyes widening as once more two sixes showed up.
Yanna looked up at Ommen in disbelief, her confidence from before now completely gone.
"975 to 988," Ommen mused to herself. Technically she was still losing being the closest to a thousand– but she was completely fine with that. She rolled the dice again, not getting snakes-eyes, but the three points wasn't bad at all either. "Make that 991."
"Nine more points and it's game over for you," Yanna said softly.
Ommen grinned as Yanna picked up the dice again. "May the odds be in your favor."
But when you controlled the odds, those words didn't mean a thing. Ommen let a small glow surround her wing as Yanna rolled the dice, excitement racing through her as she found yet another two sixes were rolled, twenty-four more points being added.
One more point and Victory would lose.
"So it comes down to this," Ommen said as she picked up the dice for the last time. "If I get nine or more points its your game. If I get lower... well, then I take the whole lot."
Yanna's eye twitched, looking at the piece of delicious cake she had added to the pile.
Ommen didn't even roll the dice far, just letting them fall from her gleaming wings. They clattered against the floor, tumbling a ways before coming to a stop, revealing a two and a six on the dice.
Eight points, putting her up to 999 as well.
Ommen scooped up the dice, flying them over to Yanna, placing them into her hooves. "You can still win if you get snake eyes, you know."
Yanna snatched them from the Raven, saying nothing. She tossed the dice over her shoulders, not looking at what they would roll as they tumbled towards the edge of the Center. All kwamis looking on craned their heads, flying up to watch if this would be the game match.
One of the die landed on a one, the other one skittering to a stop. Everyone held their breath as it teetered for a moment, before it fell.
Two gleamed on top– three points.
Ommen let out a cheer alongside the fellow kwamis who were watching, which told Yanna all she needed to know. Hooves were crossed, eyes seeming to burn as she took in her loss. Ommen didn't waste a moment, zipping over to the pile of goods that were now all hers.
"You did it, Ommen!" Fawnna screamed, the Deer running to tackle her into a hug.
"Fascinating game," Dess muttered, the Cougar keeping their distance as the others rushed forward, cheering and chattering.
Ommen stayed on top of her new pile of treasures, looking out at Yanna. The Bison was looking down a the ground, muttering under her breath, before her gaze flickered up at Ommen. Her eyes were bitter, there was no denying that she was not happy with her loss.
Yet despite it all, a gleam of pride smoldered beneath it all– because after all it was no easy feat to defeat Victory herself.
"Good job, birdbrain," Yanna said with a grunt. "You better enjoy that cake."
"Oh, I don't plan on eating it," Ommen said with a sweep of her tail. "I'm sure you'll see it again in a future game."
Yanna's eyes gleamed with an unspoken challenge at this, the two rivals smiling at each other– neither could wait for the next game they would play.
