Unicorn

And so the first Hero rode forth, their mighty steed skewering their foes like a kebab.

— Sermons of Metal, record 2, side A, track 3

Gliding gracefully through the Glamourvale mists, the unicorns softly step. With fur as white as the snow clad mountain tops and pearly manes flowing in the wind of their passing, they are a sight to instill awe and wonder in all who behold them... Right up until those who behold them get impaled on the wicked spike of a unicorn's horn.

Horse of Prey

Unlike their hornless brethren of the wide open plains and dusty stables, unicorns are in fact the apex predators of the Glamourvale forests. Surprisingly given that their bright white colouration makes them stand out against the browns and greens of their enchanted forests, unicorns are in fact stealthy hunters. Their hooves make next to no sound against the mossy forest floor, and their snorts and whinnies are easily mistaken for whispers of wind in the emerald treetops. Once their prey is within their sight, they begin their charge, skewering their prey on the end of their long, pointy horns and then scraping off the unfortunate victim with a tree trunk or convenient boulder.
Not even the toughest bears are a match for a unicorn at full gallop, and while packs of Dire Wolf might work up the nerve to go after a lone unicorn they will flee at the suggestion that more than one is nearby. Seeing crimson smears across the landscape at roughly head height is an excellent indicator that you are in a lot of danger. Armour is no help here, all it will do is annoy your impaler as it stabs your repeatedly in an attempt to pry the metal shell off of your perforated body.