I found this in one of my memo pads today. No context, no explanation, just this enigmatic sentence:
And hearkening the call of Xukuchot铆ren, the swine of Xuk煤xelen mounted up on their great wings, and were borne aloft on the wind to the succour of D铆zefen.
I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of flying pigs, and it seems I worked them into the mythology of one of my fictional nations. Maybe I’ll finish the story someday!