Forbidden Melody

The day the dragon died, a miscreant music played around the forests like a farewell melody. Many wondered what the sound was, but even though the menace was gone, nobody dared to go into the great mesh of leaves and branches to find out.
The kingdom whole was surprised to see Gdwn when he came back in one piece, carrying an unmistakable fang the size of his arm, sharp as a thousand blades, and covered in black blood. They where surprised, because they did not expect the dwarf to come back alone -or so it seemed, since Lio!rt was nowhere to be seen. And, as is the nature of people, rumours began to spread before the dwarf could explain what had happened to his master. Gdwn had a hard time telling once and again the same story, for what he had seen was the only truth, and since he was the bearer of news, it was his duty to dismiss said rumours.
"Maister Lio!rt" he would say "A greit sleyer, 'ndeed. Bot th' dreigon, th' dreigon... was terribl. Only th' luck was 'n th' fair sid'. Anth now, its body rests by th' riv'r, feed'n' th' fish's it unce ait"
But, what happened to Lio!rt? Where is he? Did he get eaten, or hurt, in the last second?
"Maister Lio!rt" he would say "is aliv. Told my to meik th' arrenghments for his com'bak, he didth. which shalt occur soon"

Deep inside the forest, a young man bathed by the shore of a black river, the well-built muscles totally soaked in the endlessly flowing substance. He bathed, and swam, and drank the mischievous liquid, as if it where the elixiir of life itself. It smelled, felt, tasted like magic. Magic in its purest form. He knew it, and.. he loved it.

Dragons live thousands of centuries. They live by fighting other dragons, killing them, and eating their flesh and core. Augustho Blogath had survived uncountable battles, and eaten uncountable corpses. There was no reason to stop now, no reason at all. Due to this, his body was the hardest armor, his blood, the strongest elixir, and his heart, the blackest. He knew it... and he loved it.
But this body, it was humanly impure. Compared to a dragon, it was dirty, and weak. If he was to own it, it had to be purified...
He bathed, and swam, and drank. He bit, and taste, and ate. His grey eyes itched at first, then, they burned, and finally turned gold, crescent. The miscreant music played along, as he sang the words in that languaje Mandred himself once forbid.

karma ni enadia etermine a maria e kaasa
sarma ni enadia etersena atoria e kaasa

Lio!rt laid by the shore of a blackened river, his soul trapped in this massive, lifeless body, bleeding profusely, and without a core. And a miscreant music, playing all along...

A dragon, as a dragon, can slaughter many. Terrifyingly.
A dragon, as a human, will slaughter more. Silently.