Welcome to 'Little Corner', a place of Drakengard fanfiction. Beware the OOCness, the random humor of dark, light or just plain wierd or grossness. 'Little Corner' is a series of drabbles, short fics, one shots, etc of the line written by me. All Genere's too, or hopefully all when I get done...

Disclaimer: Drakengard and anything else I don't own, belongs to it's respective maker/etc.


"Well Dragon, what do you say? Pact or Death!?" Caim called out, eyes narrowed slightly from pain as he tightened his hold on the sword his father had given him. The red winged reptile lay before him, smoldering gold eyes half lidded from pain and ... something else.

"Hm? What did you say human?"

"..." Caim felt the sword slip from his grasp slightly as he stumbled for verbal footing. "I said, pact or death dragon."

"Alright, but turn around. I want to know if my pact has a nice ass."

"..." Caim was ... stunned. He mumbled something and decided that the wound he had was only a minor flesh wound. Yeah, minor. He could go, get patched up and be back in fifteen minutes. Wait, after he saved Furiae. Ignoring the Dragon and it's leering, he walked past and into the castle.